🤍💪 Once upon a time, his strong arms lifted me when I was too small to walk, too tired to stand, too scared to face the world alone.
He was my protector. My guide. My hero. ✨

👣💞 Now the years have gently changed our roles.
My dad can no longer walk on his own — but his spirit still stands tall, full of courage, wisdom, and love. 🌟
So today, it’s my turn to hold him close, to steady his steps, to be his strength when his body grows tired. 🤲🤍

🌅 There are no crowds.
No applause.

Just quiet moments of devotion —
showing up every day, adjusting together, moving forward side by side. 🕊️

❤️ This is what love looks like when it grows deeper with time.
Not loud. Not perfect.
Just faithful. Just strong. Just endless. 💫

💛🙏 Send a heart to every caregiver who carries love in their actions —
the ones who keep going quietly, patiently, and with a beautiful soul.